Society Girls: Rhieve (6 page)

I take out the what is technically a bracelet, but is going on her ankle. Square diamonds form the top, dipping into a v on one side. Below them are pear and round shaped diamonds, alternating as they drop down where they’ll drape over the top of her foot.

“Wow. It’s beautiful. I could’ve just worn red, though.”

“No. You are different from everyone out there, and they need to know it.”

She unties her dress, and lets it drop to the floor, showing me her lace and neoprene outfit. Cap sleeves made of the scuba material lead into lace in the middle, with bra cups that barely contain her ample tits. Her stomach is bare, but her belly button is covered by the top of the shorts, with sheer panels down the front on each side. Garters and stockings leading to her sexy heels complete the ensemble.

“Well?” she asks, lifting her left foot onto the chair in front of me.

I look her in the eye as I run my hands down her leg, fastening the bracelet on her ankle. “Perfect.”

She looks too perfect, all covered up yet giving enough hints at what lies beneath to drive men—and women—crazy once we walk out. I’d be worried if I thought anyone would dare cross me. In public, some of these people might, but here no one will. I clasp a red anklet on myself, over my pants leg, and take her hand. Here goes nothing, and maybe everything, too.

R
hieve

I'm shaking on the inside as we walk down the hall from Calum's office and into the club. I've seen those tapes, so the scene before me doesn't shock me. I'm embarrassed to say I'm kind of enjoying the show.

Single people with both green and yellow anklets on are at the non-alcoholic bar, surveying the room—and each other. There are couples, representing all three colors of anklets, on the dance floor. They're grinding on each other, swaying to the music, or just circling one another in a sensual dance. Over on the loveseats and couches, there is petting and sucking going on between various people, again sporting all three anklets.

Some of the people are fully clothed like Calum, some are in lingerie like me, and some are in various states of complete undress. I'm not surprised when one of the women on the dance floor drops to her knees in front of her partner, and after removing his dick from his pants, starts sucking. I'm also prepared for the naked woman who approaches us, as I knew someone would, even with Calum's red anklet.

"Hi Calum," she purrs, rubbing up against the side I'm not on.

"Anklet," is all he replies as he pulls me closer.

"That's a joke, right? And she doesn't even have a color."

"
She
is my fiancé, and the diamonds on her ankle match the ones on her ring. She doesn't need a color for anyone to know I'm the only one touching her. The red on my ankle tells you not to touch me, either. I'll let it go this once since I know it comes as a bit of a shock, but don't touch me again."

His words are harsh, but his tone isn't, and it makes me love him a little more. He's being firm, but he doesn't want to hurt this girl, who obviously has a crush, or more, on him. She stammers an apology as she walks away, and immediately joins a group on the other side of the room. They're all whispering, and throwing glances our way, so I decide they need our show to begin.

I grab Calum's crotch, and kiss him hard. He groans into my mouth, and grabs my hair to pull it. We're pretty good at this sexual acting thing, probably because it's not an act. "I want my mouth on you."

"Watching is turning you on, isn't it?" he asks against my lips.

"If I say yes, are you going to hold it against me?"

"Nope. I'm just going to reap the benefits of my horny girl."

I squeeze him, and he pulls my hair tighter as he groans again. "Take me to a damn room, or wherever we're going for this."

He lets go of my hair to take my hand, and leads me towards the Bath Room. It's like the old Roman Baths, with marble floors and columns, and a few different pools. As we enter, he lets go of my hand to start shedding his clothes. "Look around, love, and get your panties even wetter for me."

I blush, because I'm still embarrassed that I like to look, and also because I'm not sure I want to be seen. It may be hypocritical, but I don't think it matters here. The people who want to be seen are seen, and those who want to watch, watch. Some of the "watchers" are masturbating, and I fight the urge to do the same, knowing I'll be getting my pleasure soon enough. I don't know what Calum has planned, but I know I'll be coming.

Calum's arms come around me, and I feel his erection pressing into me. I press back, and then spin around. As I start to drop to my knees, he shakes his head. I whimper, and he smiles. "I want to."

"And I want you to. I need to grab you some pillows, though. This tile will shred your knees."

My heart melts a little more, because I know he's showing everyone, including me, that I'm different. He never once in the videos I saw put down pillows for anyone else. "Thank you," I say as he grabs some from a nearby pile, and drops them at his feet.

I sink to my knees and take him in hand, stroking him a few times until I see a bead of pre-cum gathering at his tip. I dart out my tongue and lick it off. "Suck," he orders gruffly, and I smile as I ignore him, licking and kissing him up and down his shaft.

He twists his hand in my hair again, and pulls harder than before, bringing tears to my eyes. With his other hand, he pulls my mouth to him and makes his demand again. "Suck. Now."

I look up at him defiantly, but then I smile again, and open my mouth wide, taking in as much of him as I can. I use my hands to pump his base as I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. I do it over and over as he alternates between cursing and giving me praise.

I start to squirm since I'm understanding what he meant earlier. Despite him being bossy, I know I'm in control right now. He's going to come soon, and it's going to be because of me. The power is heady—and hot. I have to fight the urge to touch myself again as his hips start moving. He's fucking my mouth now, but since I have that hold on his base, I'm only taking what I can.

A couple more minutes of him and I working in unison, and then he's coming. His roar is so loud, I'm sure it quiets the room, although I'm focused solely on Calum. The warmth and salty taste of his semen as it shoots down my throat. The slowing of his hips, and tensing of his other muscles. The way his hands are now caressing my scalp, taking some of the sting away. He doesn't need to do that, since I surprisingly liked that touch of pain. I love that he’s doing it, though, taking care of me like I mean something.

He's still hard when he pulls out of my mouth, and pulls me to my feet. His kiss is possessive again, but tender at the same time. "You are so fucking bloody amazing; I can't stand it."

"That means you're going to make me come now, right? I need to come, Cabe."

"Of course, love. I would never leave you wanting. For anything.
Ever.
"

* * *

C
alum

God, I am in so much trouble. Or maybe I'm just in Heaven. That was the best damn blow job I've ever had in my life. So good that I'm still hard as steel even after coming like it was my first time. I've had semis after a good one before, but nothing like this. I'm not even going to try and deny that this is mostly because it's Rhieve. Chet and those other morons were some lucky sons of bitches and they didn't even know it. Thank God they didn't. I may never have had this goddess with me if they'd appreciated her more.

Right now, I need to worry about taking care of her. That's she's getting off on watching, and now sucking me off, is making me even harder, and I didn't think that was possible. I grab a condom from one of the many bowls around the room, put it on, grab her hand, and jump into the nearest pool. She's sputtering when we break the surface, but I push her against the nearest ladder, and let her know what's going on.

"Here in the water, no one will see much. I'm going to roll down your hot little shorts, and take you from behind. The most they'll see is the sides of your ass. I don't want anyone hearing the way you cry out for me, so you bite down on your arm, my arm, whatever it takes if you can't hold it in."

"Thank you," she whispers back. There's something weird about her voice, but I decide to ignore it for right now.

"This is for me as much as you, love."

I roll down the tight material, and enter her in one hard thrust. There is going to be nothing sweet or slow about this fuck, because I want it over with as quickly as possible. After a few thrusts, I can tell she's not into it, but I need her to come so I can, too. I won't go twice without her.

"Come, Rhi. You feel so damn good, and I need you to come for me."

She squeezes my cock, throws her head back, and lets out a yell. I'd be mad that she just let everyone hear her if that was really how she sounded. It's not. She just faked her fucking orgasm. My cock can't tell those pussies clenches aren't real, so the traitorous muscles lets loose inside her. I hide my face against her neck, because even though everyone just saw me a few minutes ago, it feels wrong right now.

I say nothing to her as I withdraw and pull her shorts back up. She climbs up the ladder first, and I follow, disposing of the condom before putting my clothes back on. Rhieve is flushed so they all believe that was real. I see it in their smiles and smirks. I play it up, kissing her neck as I lead her out of the room.

I bypass the main room, and take her down the hall to my office once again. "What the fuck was that?"

She starts to shake and collapses into one of my chairs as she sobs. "I-I couldn't...the people...watching us...I couldn't."

Shit. I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her into my arms. "It's okay, Rhi."

"It's not. I wanted to come. Do you think they knew I was faking it?"

"No. You were perfect. I'm guessing you've done that before?" She nods, and I kiss the top of her head. "As for coming, I can make that happen if you're still in the mood."

"You don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you. I'm sorry we had to do that, but no one would believe we're really together if you didn't embrace this lifestyle I live."

"What happens if we have to come here again? Or to one of the other clubs while we're doing this?"

"We can kiss and make-out, you can suck me off because you're so horny watching everyone else, or we can just go to one of the private rooms, and I can make you come so much that you'll look so satisfied no one will doubt anything."

"That's not exactly me embracing your lifestyle."

"You've inspired a whole new lifestyle for me. One I'm loving, by the way."

"You don't have to say that."

"No, I don't. It's the truth. In case you need proof, reach down and feel how hard my cock is, despite exploding in both your mouth and your pussy within the last hour."

She reaches down to stroke me through my pants again as her eyes go dark. "About that orgasm you keep promising me," she says, smiling as she pulls down my zipper.

R
hieve

Once Calum blows my mind with all that he promised and more, we get dressed and head back into the main room. Our mission tonight was about more than proving we're together; we still need to get those girls to tell us where they took my brother. He could've parted ways with them once they were outside the gates, but they might have info about where he was going next. Or they took him somewhere. Either way, if they're here, I'm not leaving without the information I need.

I spot them right away. They're wearing green anklets, and grinding on a couple wearing yellow. They ooze sexuality, but since I put on an act most of the time, I see past theirs. Sex isn't what brings them here, but it is a means to an end for them. What end, though? That's what I need to find out.

One of them looks over at where Calum and I are standing, and smiles. Taking the other's hand, she walks over to us. "Well, what do we have here, Calum?" she asks, reaching out to trace the lace on my top with a hot pink painted fingernail.

"Someone you shouldn't be touching," he growls. "I know you were told that when you entered the club tonight."

"It's alright, Calum. She's just appreciating my top." More like what's inside my top, but we need to play nice.

"You like pretty things. So do we," the other girl says.

"Maybe we should go shopping sometime."

"We totally should! How about tomorrow?" The first one says.

"Sure. My name is Rhieve, by the way," I say, holding out my hand.

"I'm Gwinevir, and this is my twin sister, Peatra."

They are so similar it would be almost impossible to tell them apart if I hadn't already started my training. Because I have, I can see the subtle differences. I'm not going to let on, but I know I'll tell them apart if they try to fool me. "Nice to meet you."

"I have to go back to London tonight, love" Calum says, and I know he wants me to say I'll go with him.

"I'll be fine without you for a night or two."

"We'll take good care of her," Peatra says, practically purring. "She can some here and play with us tomorrow night, too."

"What part of 'no touching by anyone but Calum' did you not understand?"

"What if she wants to be touched?" Gwinevir asks.

Calum tenses next to me, and I know I need to play this in a way to appease them all. "I only want Calum's hands—or other body parts—on me. But, I can come and hang out with you."

"Do you want to watch us?" Peatra asks, a look of excitement in her eyes.

"Um...I don't know." That's the truth, because while I got excited watching strangers, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable watching people I know.

"Whatever. We'll have fun."

"We're going to head home now, but you two enjoy yourselves," Calum tells them.

"We always do," Gwinevir tells him as the saunter away.

Calum steers me back down the hall and into his office to change, before we go out to the garage again. He doesn't say anything until we're outside the gates. "I don't like you being here alone."

"I'll be fine."

"How do I know that?"

"You need to trust me. I've had training."

"You haven't finished yet, and we don't know how involved they are with that happened to Rhys."

"I promise I'll be careful, but I will also do whatever I need to for Rhys."

"I wish I could be here, but I can't. Things with Chet are too precarious right now."

"It's fine, Cabe. Really. Take care of your business, and I'll take care of mine."

"I don't like it."

"You don't have to."

"Call or text me every hour, okay?"

"Deal."

I'm surprised to see Calum's place out here is an apartment and not a grand manor house. When his family moved to England, I used to picture him as Lord of a manor, complete with rolling hills and sheep. I chuckle as I realize how different his life is.

"What's so funny?” he asks, opening his door, and letting me walk inside first.

"It's stupid."

"Nothing you could ever think or say is stupid, Rhi. Tell me."

"When we were kids I thought you moving to England meant a country house and you know, things from a Jane Austen novel. It's a little strange to see you living a modern life."

"I have a polo pony if that makes you feel any better," he tells me with a smile.

"A little."

I turn around in a circle, taking in his modern loft. There are high ceilings, enough art to fill a gallery, and modern furniture and appliances. It's so cold and impersonal that I shudder a little.

"You don't like it."

"No," I answer honestly. "There's no warmth here."

"I can light us a fire."

I nod. "Not exactly what I was talking about, but that would be nice."

"There are other ways of warming you up, love. Is that what you had in mind?"

"Seriously? You...again?"

"What can I say? I'm insatiable with you."

"I can't say I mind that, except I had been hoping for a bath."

"Shit. I forgot you've only been fucking limp dicks all this time. You're not used to being loved for more than a few minutes, are you?"

"No, actually, I am not," I say, laughing because I know that truth is inflating his ego even more. "If you have a tub, and I can soak, I might be up for one more round."

"Lucky for me, I do indeed have a tub."

He picks up a remote from a table next to us, and pushes a few buttons. All of a sudden, the floor in the middle of the loft opens up, and a Jacuzzi tub rises from the opening. "Wow."

"It meets your approval then?" he asks, pushing another button which starts filling the tub with water.

"Do you have bubbles?"

"No," he laughs, "that is one thing I can't provide you with. This is definitely a bachelor pad. And in case you're wondering, other than my cleaning lady and my decorator, you're the only woman to step inside the door."

"Oh shoot," I say, remembering something. "I left my suitcase in the car."

"I didn't forget.; I was planning on going back out once I got you settled."

I look at him curiously. "You're really good at taking care of me, Cabe. Thank you."

He pulls me into my arms, and kisses me softly. "I like taking care of you. Now you better check your water. I'll be back up in a few minutes."

I pull him back to me, and kiss him again. I voiced my appreciation, but I want him to feel it, too. I wasn't expecting any of this when we made our deal. I expected a cold, mutually beneficial agreement with some sex. I won't lie about looking forward to the sex, but I only hoped for anything more. Since I've been hoping for years, I planned on being disappointed once again. Now that I'm not, I'm going to hold onto Calum until he trusts me enough to tell me why he disappeared.

* * *

C
alum

Waking up wrapped up with Rhieve is
comfortable.
I don't know how else to describe it. It's like we fit together, and she belongs in my bed, and my arms. I know, without a doubt, that I could wake up like this every single day of my life and never feel any less grateful to be right where I am.

I wish I could stay here with her all day, but I have to get back to London. I can only give her a part of my time and attention now, at least while I'm dealing with Chet. Once I have that all sorted out, I'll put everything into making this work, but for now, I have to believe she'll understand and be willing to take what I can give.

I kiss her awake, and smile down at her scrunched up nose. "I was having a sweet dream about you, and you woke me up."

"Sweet, and not sexy?"

"Yep."

"Was I in a meadow with some sheep?" I ask with a laugh.

A pillow whacks me on the side of the head, and I laugh even harder. "I shouldn't have told you about that."

"Yes, you should've. It's adorable.
You're
adorable, Rhi."

"Adorably sexy?"

"No doubt. If I didn't have to go back to London, I'd love to spend the day exploring both of those things with you."

"Rain check?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. You go be the big, bad businessman who puts Chet in his place, and I'll be the spy girl who finds her brother."

"Every hour."

"I promise. Now go one before I try and have my wicked way with you."

"Looks like someone else is insatiable, too."

The pillow hits me harder this time, and is followed by ones thrown at me as I run laughing to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, I come out to find a suit, shirt, and tie waiting for me on the bed. Smelling coffee, I spin around to see Rhieve holding out a travel mug for me.

"Now, if you were still naked, this would be perfect."

"If I were still naked, you wouldn't be leaving for work," she says, placing a hand on her hip, and cocking an eyebrow at me.

"Feeling cocky today, huh?"

"I'll leave the
cock
-y to you. I'm merely confident."

She's smirking, but I see the vulnerability in her eyes, and I know she wasn't always the confident woman I see in front of me. There are traces here and there that tell me this public persona of hers doesn't reach all the way to her soul. It should, but it doesn't. I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, but I vow to myself that no matter how this ends between us, I'll make her see how special she is.

Right now, I really have to leave. I pull her into my arms for one last kiss, and a little pep talk, too. "You have more reason to be confident than most people I come into contact with. Don't ever doubt that, love."

Her eyes are a little watery, and her voice is a little shaky, but at least she's smiling. "Thank you, Cabe."

I touch my forehead to hers, and force myself to walk out the door. My steps are slow as I make my way to my car. Once inside, I activate my Bluetooth, and make the call that will give me some sense of calm in leaving.

"Hey," I say when my best friend answers. He had a day trip to Paris for business
and
pleasure, but he should be home now.

"Hey yourself. Are you back in London?"

"Not yet. I'm heading to the airport now. I know you just landed yourself, but I need you to jump on the next flight to Norwich. I believe it leaves in an hour."

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"I need you to watch Rhieve. She's supposed to go shopping with the girls, and I don't trust her to not go off on her own if they offer her the chance."

"She's already in with them? I'm impressed. Your woman must be something else."

"Don't get any ideas," I growl.

"Would I do that to you?"

"No," I admit, sighing.

"Now that we're clear about that, I guess I have a plane to catch. I'll call you when I land."

"Thanks."

I still don't like leaving her, but at least now I'm not as worried as I was before I made that call. She'll be safe with Guil, and I can breathe a little easier as I fight my own battle in London.